dead poets' society
06-10-2024, 07:21 AM
after the initial lap of the festival, Cutlass finds himself getting a little overwhelmed. granted, he's used to big groups of loud people - he's a raider, for a start, and his siblings are some of the biggest loudmouths to ever grace Boreas - but it still didn't quite prepare him for the sheer enormity of wolves in attendance. so many different scents and voices and eyes...retreating to the outskirts, Las rummages through the satchel slung over his shoulder (still a bit big for him) and lifts a book out onto the grass, spreading its pages.
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